The Street Hawker Poem by Deb Panda

And here; the street hawkers boy once-
From door to lone to each little earth
Eager to spend spells of tyranny; mettle
Dumped; littered is the lay; my holy Shrine-
Know thee; rainbow clatters my thought
From mean to quash; to sail into channel
Debt to my repute, starve he head for
Starless to gild is west; in broken water
But mighty looks to sky; we boat here;
Rock the boat to nine; law pressed for hour
Be It alone, first to crash chest of mine-
The ‘Dented’-glad with sky- art fine